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the pain and also the sense of frozen cold lessen in his side； but the life did not return to his arm； and he could not raise or use his hand。 He bitterly regretted his foolishness； and reproached himself for weakness of will； for he now perceived that in putting on the Ring he obeyed not his own desire but the manding wish of his enemies。 He wondered if he would remain maimed for life； and how they would now manage to continue their journey。 He fell too weak to stand。
The others were discussing this very question。 They quickly decided to leave Weathertop as soon as possible。 'I think now；' said Strider； 'that the enemy has been watching this place for some days。 If Gandalf ever came here； then he must have been forced to ride away； and he will not return。 In any case we are in great peril here after dark； since the attack of last night； and we can hardly meet greater danger wherever we go。'
As soon as the daylight was full； they had some hurried food and packed。 It was impossible for Frodo to walk； so they divided the greater part of their baggage among the four of them； and put Frodo on the pony。 In the last few days the poor beast had improved wonderfully； it already seemed fatter and stronger； and had begun to show an affection for its new masters； especially for Sam。 Bill Ferny's treatment must have been very hard for the journey in the wild to seem so much better than its former life。
They started off in a southerly direction。 This would mean crossing the Road； but。 it was the quickest way to more wooded country。 And they needed fuel； for Strider said that Frodo must be kept warm； especially at night； while fire would be some protection for them all。 It was also his plan to shorten their journey by cutting across another great loop of the Road： east beyond Weathertop it changed its course and took a wide bend northwards。
They made their way slowly and cautiously round the south…western slopes of the hill； and came in a little while to the edge of the Road。 There was no sign of the Riders。 But even as they were hurrying across they heard far away two cries： a cold voice calling and a cold voice answering。 Trembling they sprang forward； and made for the thickets that lay ahead。 The land before them sloped away southwards； but it was wild and pathless； bushes and stunted trees grew in dense patches with wide barren spaces in between。 The grass was scanty； coarse； and grey； and the leaves in the thickets were faded and falling。 It was a cheerless land； and their journey was slow and gloomy。 They spoke little as they trudged along。 Frodo's heart was grieved as he watched them walking beside him with their heads down； and their backs bowed under their burdens。 Even Strider seemed tired and heavy…hearted。
Before the first day's march was over Frodo's pain began to grow again； but he did not speak of it for a long time。 Four days passed； without the ground or the scene changing much； except that behind them Weathertop slowly sank； and before them the distant mountains loomed a little nearer。 Yet since that far cry they had seen and heard no sign that the enemy had marked their flight or followed them。 They dreaded the dark hours； and kept watch in pairs by night； expecting at any time to see black shapes stalking in the grey night； dimly lit by the cloud…veiled moon； but they saw nothing； and heard no sound but the sigh of withered leaves and grass。 Not once did they feel the sense of present evil that had assailed them before the attack in the dell。 It seemed too much to hope that the Riders had already lost their trail again。 Perhaps they were waiting to make some ambush in a narrow place？
At the end of the fifth day the ground began once more to rise slowly out of the wide shallow valley into which they had descended。 Strider now turned their course again north…eastwards； and on the sixth day they reached the top of a long slow…climbing slope； and saw far ahead a huddle of wooded hills。 Away below them they could see the Road sweeping round the feet of the hills； and to their right a grey river gleamed pale in the thin sunshine。 In the distance they glimpsed yet another river in a stony valley half…veiled in mist。
〃I am afraid we must go back to the Road here for a while；' said Strider。 'We have now e to the River Hoarwell； that the Elves call Mitheithel。 It flows down out of the Ettenmoors； the troll…fells north of Rivendell； and joins the Loudwater away in the South。 Some call it the Greyflood after that。 It is a great water before it finds the Sea。 There is no way over it below its sources in the Ettenmoors； except by the Last Bridge on which the Road crosses。'
'What is that other river we can see far away there？' asked Merry。
'That is Loudwater； the Bruinen of Rivendell；' answered Strider。 'The Road runs along the edge of the hills for many miles from the Bridge to the Ford of Bruinen。 But I have not yet thought how we shall cross that water。 One river at a time！ We shall be fortunate indeed if we do not find the Last Bridge held against us。'
Next day； early in the morning； they came down again to the borders of the Road。 Sam and Strider went forward； but they found no sign of any travellers or riders。 Here under the shadow of the hills there had been some rain。 Strider judged that it had fallen two days before； and had washed away all footprints。 No horseman had passed since then； as far as he could see。
They hurried along with all the speed they could make； and after a mile or two they saw the Last Bridge ahead； at the bottom of a short steep slope。 They dreaded to see black figures waiting there； but they saw none。 Strider made them take cover in a thicket at the side of the Road； while he went forward to explore。
Before long he came hurrying back。 'I can see no sign of the enemy；' he said； 'and I wonder very much what that means。 But I have found something very strange。'
He held out his hand； and showed a single pale…green jewel。 'I found it in the mud in the middle of the Bridge；' he said。 'It is a beryl； an elf…stone。 Whether it was set there； or let fall by chance； I cannot say； but it brings hope to me。 I will take it as a sign that we may pass the Bridge； but beyond that I dare not keep to the Road； without some clearer token。'
At once they went on again。 They crossed the Bridge in safety； hearing no sound but the water swirling against its three great arches。 A mile further on they came to a narrow ravine that led away northwards through the steep lands on the left of the Road。 Here Strider turned aside； and soon they were lost in a sombre country of dark trees winding among the feet of sullen hills。
The hobbits were glad to leave the cheerless lands and the perilous Road behind them； but this new country seemed threatening and unfriendly。 As they went forward the hills about them steadily rose。 Here and there upon heights and ridges they caught glimpses of ancient walls of stone； and the ruins of towers： they had an ominous look。 Frodo； who was not walking； had time to gaze ahead and to think。 He recalled Bilbo's account of his journey and the threatening towers on the hills north of the Road； in the country near the Troll's wood where his first serious a